Ridahman, Ridahman, does whatever a rida canWhat’s with that in your socks? And you fuckin’ niggas all want SirocRidahman, Ridahman, keep a big getup inside my handWhat’s with that in your socks? Grab this motherfucker in your sightLook out (look out!) bitch here comes the Ridahman

Now there once was a man who lived in my hoodTo some people bad but to me he was goodHe wore pindletens and 501 jeansAnd the black Chuck Taylors with black yellow stringsHe loved makin’ poise and smokin’ up bluntsAnd the weed that he be smokin’ have you flowin’ for monthsYou could smell the dealer comin’ from a mile awayAnd if he see the kids snoopin’ he be down to playBut if a nigga got to trippin’ he be down the spretsThat be AK—K-K-K-K-KBut this one time, this one guyThought he could come to our town and driveAnd go against the ridah but Ridah is the ridahHe hit it with 11 and he knockin’ with the ridaHe usually wore the shot but he gave the boy an assSaid if you’ll come back nigga, that’ll be your assBut the young nigga laughed, he didn’t seem to be scaredBut he definitely took a car and got his ass up outta thereAnd we later found out that the guy’s name was TommyAnd Ridahman used to mess with his son’s mommy

Ridahman, Ridahman, does whatever a rida canWhat’s with that in your socks? And you fuckin’ niggas all want SirocRidahman, Ridahman, keep a big getup inside my handWhat’s with that in your socks? Grab this motherfucker in your sightLook out (look out!) bitch here comes the Ridahman

Now Tommy went home and told his homeboy RonnyAnd Ronny told Johnny and Johnny got moneyAnd Lonny was a shooter and his weapon was a TommyHe didn’t care about life, he’ll shoot anybodySo they came back to my neighborhood to driveAnd found Ridahman and he ran ‘em for their livesUsed his rida senses to go behind the mineWhat kind of car they drive? So he what (…)And there they go. See him pass a nigga Black ReekerSo he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Desert EagleRida start bussin’, I think he hit somethin’Tommy falls out the car with his whole bullshitAnd his homie didn’t make it, Ridahman got ‘em allEven Lonny gave the kid a chance to bust the Tommy offRidahman goes over to Tommy and then he laughsAnd he laughs ‘bout the nigga but my gun start blastin’Yea, how’d you know that I was comin’ with my people?And you even knew the car, how’d you knew it was a Reegle?Well, besides me being the RidahmanYour son’s mom told me, now okay, bye my man

Ridahman, Ridahman, does whatever a rida canWhat’s with that in your socks? And you fuckin’ niggas all want SirocRidahman, Ridahman, keep a big getup inside my handWhat’s with that in your socks? Grab this motherfucker in your sightLook out (look out!) bitch here comes the Ridahman